I got a twenty-dollar billThat says no one's ever seen you without makeup.You're always made up.And I'm sick of your tattoosand the way you always criticize the Smiths.and Morrissey.And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.But when I say let's keep in touch,I hope you know I mean I wish that you'd grow up.This is the first song for your mix tape.It's short just like your temper,But somewhat golden like the afternoonsWe used to spend before you got too cool.There are 6 BILLION people in this world..but sometimes all you really need is ONE

I got a twenty-dollar billThat says no one's ever seen you without makeup.You're always made up.And I'm sick of your tattoosand the way you always criticize the Smiths.and Morrissey.And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.But when I say let's keep in touch,I hope you know I mean I wish that you'd grow up.This is the first song for your mix tape.It's short just like your temper,But somewhat golden like the afternoonsWe used to spend before you got too cool.There are 6 BILLION people in this world..but sometimes all you really need is ONE

I got a twenty-dollar billThat says no one's ever seen you without makeup.You're always made up.And I'm sick of your tattoosand the way you always criticize the Smiths.and Morrissey.And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic.But when I say let's keep in touch,I hope you know I mean I wish that you'd grow up.This is the first song for your mix tape.It's short just like your temper,But somewhat golden like the afternoonsWe used to spend before you got too cool.There are 6 BILLION people in this world..but sometimes all you really need is ONE